Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-SYDNEY: Chef. -CARMY: Syd, you set up?

-Fire two more cakes to go. -No. No more orders.

Richie, go fuck yourself.

-CARMY: Cousin. Hey! -...to a guy who happened to be

a rare and beautiful creature costumed in stunning colors.

Chef, hey, prep giardiniera.

No, we're not gonna do that.

-millennial shit. -You are not even Italian.

So you brought him here?

Yeah, bus drivers, secretaries, teachers.

RICHIE: Behind.

when they should've been yeast all along and--

-Are you here right now? -It doesn't make a difference.

99 French fries, 54 chickens, 38 salads

PERSON: Yo. We have a customer out here.

No, no, stop, everything.

Fuck you, Richie.

I want you to get the sandwiches,

TINA: We don't have anymore.

Okay, um, can we please go over the new system today?

"The rice was luscious with a surprising ribbon of brine

-(screams) -(gasps)

-TINA: Chef! -CARMY: What?

Wait, is this shit fuckin' Black Hawk Down?

"We wonder at times if nostalgia clouds our judgment

Shabby? This guy's a hacky fuck, right?

and do the one fucking thing you know how to do?

-It's not-- -Is five stars good?

and then treat the rest of us like shit.

Okay, yes, Chef. I just wanted to check and see--

and 255 beef sandwiches due up in eight minutes.

jabronistas this stupid article's gonna bring in.

Slice it, put it in jus. Get it now!